You Don’t Wanna Funk

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] Just got word one of the closest homies was murked Right before Christmas with a dome shot and left with the purse Then bleed him dry, [?] left him dead in the dirt So when it hits this close to home it's time to run up the [?] They keep their ears wide open 'cause bitch niggas like to brag Tryna impress these hoes is what's gonna get a nigga bagged 50 guns on the north, and 50 guns on the east Put a distress signal up, and now it's funkin' in the streets Tip a nigga's resume, we find out where his mama and his sister lay [?] up in case before the pistol play? Send out the word that his family might not make it through tomorrow If he don't come up out of hiding by the morning Smart man, the nigga showed his face by Six o'clock AM and tryna clame that it was self defence Ate him apart, and left his body on the block drenched Send a message to his clique sayin' [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun] You don't wanna funk at all, you know Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed I snatch your house, and we will not leave Killas at your home [?], you know The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen [?] freshly quick steam You don't wanna funk at all, you know Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed I snatch your house, and we will not leave Killas at your home [?], you know The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen [?] freshly quick steam [Verse 2: E-40] Man, I cut a nigga down with these FN 57s I'm a buffalo, I never tuck my tail If it's on, then it's on and I'm coming for your dome Medulla oblongata, fly your head like soccer Fuck night vision, fuck helicopter Fuck your life, bitch, your daddy, and your mama Now that's some cold shit, disrespectful, right? Should've thought about it before you took my partner's life I used to play checkers, but now I play chess Aim at your vital organs, your heart and your neck Bitches love me, they like the way I walk They know that I'm the server, they know I'm not a knot Revenue retrievin', piranha fish teething Heart of a [?], assault weapon, not got eaten The choir sing, and the missionary shout Nigga, don't get your chest ate out Bitch! [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun] You don't wanna funk at all, you know Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed I snatch your house, and we will not leave Killas at your home [?], you know The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen [?] freshly quick steam You don't wanna funk at all, you know Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed I snatch your house, and we will not leave Killas at your home [?], you know The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen [?] freshly quick steam [Verse 3: BG Bullet Wound] You wanna funk, nigga? Then bring the funk, nigga You really wanna do it, my chopper [?] is live right through him I'm from the block where them [?] niggas get crunked on Drunk on, watching you faggot niggas get dunked on I'm bringin' the funk like Hedaya, Jackson and Roundtree Tell them lil suckers, you runnin [?] from round me Boy I'm from the Deuce, and them Deuce niggas get right back If he up that drum, and his baby mama knew, nice lap Automatics, boy, I'm for the static, boy We do it anyway you want to, it don't matter, boy You best not ask about my resume, I got it, boy It ain't gon' hesitate to tell you that I'm 'bout it, boy I shoots loose when I swoop roofs with a group of them guys Better bring that funk when you see they face, see the fear in they eyes You better stop that, tell them drop back 'Cause when it comes to that funk, nigga, I got that [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun] You don't wanna funk at all, you know Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed I snatch your house, and we will not leave Killas at your home [?], you know The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen [?] freshly quick steam You don't wanna funk at all, you know Bitch niggas, we [?] make your block bleed I snatch your house, and we will not leave Killas at your home [?], you know The mortuaries got you scared, you [?] seen [?] freshly quick steam